Had an interesting chat this morning with a friend about my religious beliefs and some other things that I can't exactly remember, for I was still waking up. But one thing that I brought up was something my dad taught me : to question my beliefs. Why do I believe what I do? Why? Why? Why? If we all just spent a day questioning our beliefs, do you think we might be more tolerant to other beliefs? I'm still working on why I believe what I do, with regards to religion. As for the rest, well I have my whole life to question it. Thanks dad for your wisdom. +Michael Carlson ﻿